angsty-love

We are together. That means I don__ look at another woman the way I look at you. I don__ touch another woman the way I touch you. I don__ feel about any woman the way I feel about you. Got it? Don__ ever think I__ throw away what we have for a cheap, meaningless fuck. You either trust me, or you don__. So what__ it going to be? -Ronin Black

What is that?_ Addison inspects the food with a look of sheer revulsion on her face. You__ swear I just handed her a plate full of arsenic. __he Works Burger with fries and extra onions and cheese, exactly as you ordered._ I keep my voice level.She sends me a scathing look. __o I look like I__ ever consume that amount of saturated fat?

On angel's wings, love flew in.

How this woman had managed to get under his skin and claw her way inside was a mystery. He couldn__ leave her there though. His entire being was screaming at him to get her out.

In the light, he looked like a fallen angel asked to return to Hell.

I don't put bad people in the Void, Blayne. Only the guilty ones.

Well, if you can accept that I__ a great big geeky fangirl, then I guess I can accept that you__e a skeptic and a realist.

Nobody should have to choose between a cold heart and a dead heart.

In order to heal, you have to first be broken.

I knew this for a fact. Little by little, the ache to see him, to hear him would disappear. Little by little I__ forget how his arms felt, how his fingers felt, how his lips felt..the sound of his voice, the intensity of his gaze, all of it. Trace by trace it would slip from my mind, recede into foggy memory. The painful haze that dulled my present would melt into the past. Maybe not all the way, maybe there would be a few scars. Maybe I'd be different, but I__ be me again. Little by little.

I am happy with you." It was only a half-lie. In truth, being with him made me happier than anything. But it was a bittersweet happiness because from this moment on, it would be overshadowed with the wait and wonder of when and how our relationship would dissolve.

To love, to live, to feel so much that your world keeps spinning, faster and faster, in that wonderful, chaotic mess of humanity that you__ so hastily give up. Immortality is overrated. It is nothing but the ability to live through it all and not experience a single thing, to eat everything without tasting it at all." Isak__ eyes shone with a desperate need. He wanted, more than anything it seemed, to be like me, when all I wanted was to be like him.

You know that's not true. We have something, Helena. In another life, it would have been a beautiful something."That hurts. God, does it. I've seen that life. He doesn't even know what he's talking about. In his mind, I'm just some possibility that could have been, but in my mind, he's the only possibility. I step close to him, close enough to see the stubble on his cheeks. I reach up to touch it, and it scrapes against the tender side of my hand. Kit closes his eyes. "There's a house uptown on Washington ; we live there together in that life," I say softly. "Everything is green, green, green in our backyard. We have two children, a boy and a girl. She looks like you," I say. "But she acts like me." I carees his cheek because I know it's the last time I'm going to get to do it. Kit's eyes are open and storming. I run my teeth across my bottom lip before I continue. "In the summer, we make love outside, against the big wooden table that still holds our dinner dishes. And we talk about all the places we want to make love." I lick the tears from my lip where they are pooling. Running in a straight line down my cheeks, a leaky faucet. "And we're so happy, Kit. It's like a dream every day." I reach up on my tiptoes and kiss him softly on the lips, letting him taste my tears. He's staring at me so hard I want to crack. "But, it's just a dream, isn't it?

Love alone means nothing unless you have a tortured heart for it to soothe.

I watched him with wonder like the stars watch the moon, falling in love with every crescent, dark side, and dream.

He started to draw. He drew from memory. He had a good memory, something which, all things considered, was far from a blessing.The pencils moved quickly across the paper, scratching back and forth in deepening shades of grey. He leaned low over the paper, concentrating all his energy on his work. The candles flickered and dripped wax, having nothing better to do.Eventually he lifted his head and looked at his creation. The face of a young woman stared back at him from the paper, a slight smile playing on her lips. She looked as if she was about to say something, and that once she had you would laugh. She looked happy.Seven stared at the picture, his strange eyes unreadable _ eyes that, now he made no effort to mask them, were from edge to edge only the deep blue of the dead ocean. He swallowed hard, as if he was trying to imbibe something foul tasting but necessary, like a child sipping medicine, and pulled another sheet of paper from his desk.

He had never thought in his wildest imagination of marriage as an opti

I should move away from his touch. But he__ a constant storm in my life, clouding my head, ensuring I make bad decisions. He doesn__ do it on purpose, he knows we__e not good for each other, but there__ something about us that makes us fight back harder, thinking we can overcome it.